Day Thirteen Hundred and Thirty-Six

The Sixth Start of '15

When I'm not sucking on my binky or slobbering on my hands, I like to blow bubbles. It's my new favorite thing. Well, except, I really like watching Daddy pitch. That's my favorite favorite thing.

(Oh, I also super love my pacifier holder thingy that my Auntie Kim made me. It keeps my binky clean when I spit it out of my mouth and it's the perfect baseball accessory. It even says "Take me out to the ball game!").

Daddy tried to hit the ball again yesterday. It didn't work. But at least he has a batting average with numbers other than zeros now! Mom was happy to see that up on the board. But she and Daddy weren't so happy with all the balls he threw. His results turned out well, but they keep saying something about how he needs to figure out why he's walking more hitters than normal this year. Dad HATES walking guys. Like, super hates it. More than I hate my car seat. And that's saying a lot. Hopefully he figures it out soon. I know he will because my daddy is a superhero.

His line:

6IP, 3H, 2R, 2ER, 4BB, 3K, 1HR and the W

He has a 3.34 ERA and was up to 94 MPH yesterday!